I'm transported to the Zerg world, and my female Zerg wife loves me so much.

Cheng Chu fell silent. He had a deep understanding of the hardships of being a working-class person.

Therefore, he understood the difficulties these working insects faced. Cheng Chu didn't want to choose a female servant to marry, but he also didn't want to make things difficult for these working insects because of his own situation.

Staring expectantly at by four pairs of eyes of different colors, Cheng Chu sighed inwardly, but finally relented and said, "Alright, I can cooperate with your work, but you need to hurry."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Cheng Chu!" the four voices said in unison.

It is well known that high-ranking Zerg males are mostly pampered and spoiled. They have a high opinion of themselves and look down on any female Zerg lower than themselves.

Before they were sent here, the four of them had already heard that previous groups of colleagues had all been turned away and returned empty-handed. Even when their president and vice president intervened, the result was the same.

They were prepared for the possibility that they might not even get to see Lord Chengchu. At worst, they would be severely criticized and have some of their wages deducted when they returned.

Who would have thought they'd be so lucky today? Not only did they get to meet Lord Cheng Chu, but he was also so good-natured, not at all irritable, and even willing to cooperate with their work.

It seems the idea from the newly arrived female insect really worked. Unlike other S-class male insects, Lord Cheng Chu's pitiful act of begging worked.

"What do you want me to do? You...you guys hurry up." Cheng Chu took an uneasy step back and said.

Pretending to cooperate with their work shouldn't take too long, right?

Cheng Chuxiang.

"Yes, right away." The lead worker quickly took out a stack of documents and said respectfully, "Mr. Cheng Chu, could you please pretend to flip through this? We need to take a picture for our records."

This matter sounds simple. Cheng Chu took the documents, casually flipped through them, and lowered his head to look serious.

The photographer was very professional and quick; he took several pictures in less than five seconds.

He even quickly showed Cheng Chu a few photos.

"Your Excellency Chengchu, would you mind taking a look at these photos? You have no objections, do you?"

In the photo, Cheng Chu was looking down at some documents; they were all very normal and ordinary photos. Seeing nothing amiss, Cheng Chu nodded and hummed in agreement.

The photographer, satisfied, took his equipment and left. Another photographer stepped forward, produced a paper document, and politely asked, "Mr. Cheng Chu, would you allow us to write the results of this investigation report as follows?"

Cheng Chu looked at the document, which contained text in Zerg script: "[His Excellency Cheng Chu is not satisfied with this batch of female Zerg he brought; they do not meet his expectations.]"

I've been learning the Zerg script for a while now, and although I'm slow at first, I'm able to recognize almost all the characters.

"Yes, that's fine." Cheng Chu nodded after confirming that there were no problems.

The task they thought was impossible to complete was finished so easily. They wouldn't be humiliated by their superiors or have their star coins deducted when they got back; a huge weight lifted from their hearts.

They happily packed away the materials they had collected that day, and before leaving, they bowed to Cheng Chu again and said, "Your Excellency Cheng Chu, thank you very much for your cooperation today. We wish you and the Empress a happy life together!"

Cheng Chu gave a genuine smile: "Thank you."

Cheng Chu would be happy to receive any blessing from any insects, including Mikel. After dealing with the few male insect protection association workers, Cheng Chu closed the door and walked back, his face instantly falling.

He secretly vowed to himself that no matter who came to visit today, he would not open the door again!

Thinking this, he suddenly turned his head and glared at 0123, who was silently following behind.

"0123, why didn't you tell me that the people who came were from the Male Insect Protection Association?"

0123 blinked its beady eyes on the screen, looking utterly innocent. It said, "Your Majesty, you didn't ask 0123, so 0123 didn't answer. I'm sorry, Your Majesty, it was 0123's fault."

Cheng Chuyi was speechless for a moment: "..."

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Following the little female insect, A-Bing, from the working-class area to the slums, Mikel and Elijah witnessed the stark contrast between the rich and poor on both sides.

With A-Bing's explanation, Mikel and Elijah also gained a general understanding of the slum on planet AF9 on their way there.

The slum wasn't always a slum; it was originally a working-class neighborhood. Over a hundred years ago, after being bombed several times during wars, it collapsed and was rebuilt, collapsed and rebuilt again, repeating this process eight times.

Finally, after being bombed once again, a rumor began to circulate from who-knows-where that the location was particularly unlucky. Having been bombed and rebuilt so many times, it had not only been time-consuming, labor-intensive, and resource-wasting, but had also resulted in heavy casualties.

Therefore, with the consent of the majority of residents, a new working-class district was built at a different location, which is the working-class district we know today.

Over time, the old working-class areas were occupied by some local thugs with little ability, and some elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people who had nowhere else to go also went there to live.

Over time, this place became a slum, a paradise for the degenerate.

The paved road had become riddled with potholes, with mud pits of all sizes every few steps. After a night of storms, the low, dilapidated houses on both sides were soaking wet.

The appearance of two unfamiliar female insects, clearly not from the slums, aroused the vigilance of the slum residents on both sides.

Several residents looked at Mikel and Elijah with suspicion, wondering what they were doing in their dilapidated place, dressed so smartly.

The slums on planet AF9 are not only impoverished, but also the most chaotic places. So chaotic that the local authorities are too lazy to manage them; to maintain the status quo, they merely provide a token amount of basic relief funds on time. That's about it.

Otherwise, that group of space pirates wouldn't have been able to hide here for over half a year without being discovered. Here, as long as you have some fighting skills and pay some hush money, the nearby residents won't be so idle as to expose you.

"Hey...hey, Ah Bing, over here."

A small pebble bounced off Ah Bing's feet, and a silver-gray head suddenly peeked out from a low wall on the right, calling out the little female insect's name in a low voice.

"Ah-Lin? What... are you doing?" Ah-Bing saw him, smiled, and lifted her foot to go over.

Elijah instinctively reached out and grabbed his arm.

"What...what are you doing?" With his right arm bound, Ah Bing couldn't break free with his meager strength.

Mikel took two steps forward, deliberately lowering his voice, and warned sternly, "You can't leave now, talking to your friend like this."

Mikel didn't fully trust the little female insect yet, so he didn't dare let him go far.

He and Elijah were unfamiliar with the terrain, and without familiar insects to guide them, they might not be able to find their way quickly and leave before nightfall.